In fields of green or courts of clay,
Where athletes strive and passions sway.
A symphony of strength and grace,
In every sprint and every race.
From soaring heights to dives profound,
In every leap, a victory found.
The ball that arcs, the puck that flies,
In fervent quests beneath the skies.
The rhythmic dance of sweat and toil,
On paths of victory, hearts embroil.
Teamwork binds, as foes compete,
In battles fierce, yet spirits meet.
Where champions rise and legends sing.
Beyond the trophies, beyond the cheers,
Lies the heartbeat of courage, through the years.
In sports, we find our human soul,
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